• Narration: So we live the game
  • Classification: This is the group F

A party so twisted and incongruous should have an outcome at the height. Barcelona was walking more and more in a hurry, increasingly fearful of the determined advance of the Slavia day laborers, even more emboldened after finally beating the celestial Ter Stegen and catching the momentary tie. In those emerged Luis Suarez. Yes. The incumbent center forward who has not scored away from home in the Champions League for more than four years. The same that was completing a game more than disappointing. Well, it was Suarez who waited on the second post to send Messi. And the one who took advantage of the fact that Olayinka, not satisfied with his first rejection, was the one who accompanied with his chest the ball that the Uruguayan had rescued over the baseline. More than a relief in a tournament capable of taking the most extreme side of Barça. Almost always for the worse. [Narration and statistics: 1-2]

Since Prague is a city-museum in which it is very simple to internalize some of Kafka's many fears - even if they are injected into a vein - the Slavia stadium, named Eden, could only contribute to the absurd. It would be more. Journalists accessed the premises through the door of a McDonald's, between boxes of hamburgers and fries. A few corridors beyond, however, opened an even more disturbing atmosphere. Whether it was the mist, always important in Gothic tales, it slipped through the wooden roof that covered the stands, either because on the grass a handful of Czech soccer players appeared who seemed willing to give up their lives for football. This is what his fans demanded.

The fog could already fall on Prague. They could already the Czech football players rebel against that Barcelona during so many bewildering sections that he had to imagine that with dialing at dawn thanks to the theft and touch of Messi, he could survive without more. But if he reached survival it was, again, thanks to his goalkeeper. The incidence of Ter Stegen in his team is such that miracles ceased to be miracles, but rather routine episodes. Up to three times he freed his people from the scourge. The goal, which fell to the side, left a celestial foot loose to deny Zeleny. He also resisted in the heart of his den before denying Masopust. And his mitten also served so that Olayinka will look at the ground, never at the sky.

The game was drawn in a maze where Valverde players were disorienting as the night progressed. Perhaps because he accepted, who knows if consciously, to enter the game plan proposed by Trpisovsky, a technician who in six years has gone from serving drinks in a nightclub to emulate in body, cap and soul Jürgen Klopp. The Barca midfielders suffered the rival pressure -Arthur lost committed balls, De Jong paid the group disorder-, so that Barcelona could only wait for Messi to insist, for Luis Suarez to finish off with more tino, or for Ter Stegen to save the Piqué disconnections.

After the Slavia inaugurated the second act through the throat of his rival - Bori, the left-handed side, the heavens opened up - Barcelona suddenly shook his demons thanks to Suárez not wanting to stay with his arms crossed curse Although Barça concluded the game locked in his area and begging for the final. Up to 22 times he finished the Slavia.

With seven points in the first three days and the leadership in good standing, the continental road becomes clear again. Although with confusion as a traveling companion. It was like hearing a shout among ghosts on the night of Prague, like the Czech Nobel poem Saifert: “And every day we find someone who involuntarily asks us without even opening his mouth: When? How? And what comes next? Barça still does not know.

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